Pobrecitos!

Hal and Mo went to Samara yesterday to an Air Festival put on by The Flying Crocodile. They drove, took about six hours from what I can figure. Hal emailed me this morning:

Hi,Got in yesterday around 5:30. Got to the airport at about sundown. Going there again today. Cell phones don’t work. No AC. No hot water. Paradise just like I remember it. One of us will call if the other is killed in a plane wreck. We both love you.Pura vida,Hal

God, what a romantic. Here’s a video of what they are doing, probably right this minute! I had to turn down the music… way too loud, although a pretty funny choice… You’ll definitely want to do this next time you are here!

As they left, they were talking excitedly about taking lessons… I mean, you get 30% off flights and lessons at the Air Festival – why not? It’d be foolish to pass that up, right? They’ll probably come home with one strapped to the top of the car. Actually, I could hang with that idea…

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Sara you will appreciate this as a former real estate broker. I would like to apply these words of wisdom from a former client to what I think about getting in one of those flying machines; I was working with a middle aged Indian(think accent makes it funnier) gentleman who had just sold an Internet company, hence he had a lot of dough and we were looking a rather pricey lofts. We found one that he liked and so he asked me what money he would need upfront to move in. I explained he would need the application fee to start, first months rent and a one months security deposit as well as the brokers fee…”Brokers fee what’s that, how much?” I explained it was 15% of the first years rent(yes it is a lot). This nicely dressed gentleman then turned to me 100% serious with a very strange look and said “I would rather stick pins in my eyes than pay that fee”! And that is how I feel about riding in one of those “planes”.